Se7en.

Someone asked me today what it feels like to be seven months pregnant.

Clearly, I was in a mood, since I retorted, "Can't remember. I'm eight months pregnant." (Which I am, by exactly one day. So, chances are I could have remembered, you know, yesterday, if I'd really put my mind to it.)

Maybe it's because it was a boy asking, or maybe it was the mood, or it could have just been that one little word, but all I could come up with was this:

It's exactly like Se7ven. You remember that movie? Brad Pitt, Morgan Freeman, Gwynyth Paltrow's head in a box? (Spoiler. Oops. Sorry. I guess I should say 'spoiler' before I actually say the spoiler. Whatever. That movie is from like 1995. If you haven't seen it yet, that's your fault.)

It's exactly like that one particular scene in Se7en. If you haven't seen it (again, your fault), here's the gist: there's a guy killing people. (It's Kevin Spacey. I'm just being mean now.) He's going down the list of the seven deadly sins and picking on people he thinks are sinners. He gets to gluttony. He picks a big guy - like a really, really Big. Guy. - and makes him eat until he literally explodes from the inside out. It kind of feels like that.

Now I feel bad because I just googled "Se7en gluttony guy" and the images that came up are not an accurate reflection of this gorgeous growing baby inside me. I just feel a little... full.

There's my answer. Being seven months (and 31 days) pregnant feels full. Hope that helps.